I am probably going to have to wend my way up there and sample this one. I have a deep and abiding love for railroad dining car food. I recall rail travel when they used real china, even crystal in the dining cars. The ice in the water in the glasses clinked jovially as the train sped along. Railroad dining car on the Santa Fe line served breakfast eggs perfectly: perfectly boiled, which one opened, and scooped and mixed thoroughly with heavily buttered slabs of toast torn into fragments, all liberally seasoned with salt and pepper.
Maybe I'll invite my very old friend, Jennifer. She won't kvetch if we go 'Dutch.'